Archive for April, 2009
We both felt left out, left over, left hanging out to dry, or left high and dry, or maybe left for dead. We were good friends. We lived in different states. This was in the days when people wrote letters. So we wrote each other letters, thinking out loud in print, weeping our woes and joking [...]
Filed under: Art, Bob Dylan, Dylan, Music, Poetry, writing | 3 Comments
Tags: "Desolation Row", "Planet Waves", album liner notes, Dylan
They’re my comrades, colleagues, collaborators, co-conspirators: Laura Swanson and Keith Strunk, founders and principals of the great River Union Stage theater troupe in Frenchtown, work with me on the annual Delaware Valley Poetry Festival. Both are extremely talented practitioners of the thespian arts — acting, directing, producing, stage design, lighting, sound, you name it they [...]
Filed under: Delaware Valley Poetry Festival, Humor, Theater, Video, Web | 2 Comments
“I was no more than a boy…”
I think I remember that…Everyone was wearing those then… That comment about what everyone was wearing then, including me, referred to a photo in which I was wearing an ugly green parka, probably purchased at a cheap department store. It had a quilted orange-colored inside lining and a hood edged with obviously fake raccoon fur. [...]
Filed under: Book talk, books, DiGiovanni, Poetry, Robert Lax, Travels, writing | 3 Comments
Tags: "The Boxer", New York City, New York Quarterly, Robert Lax, William Packard
Two half moons
I’m sending you images of the moon. It’s dipping and diving between black clouds. I’m looking at a river. I’m telling you about a bridge that crosses the river. I’m telling you about the darkness on the other side. But there are lights on the bridge that crosses the river. The lights on the river [...]
Filed under: Nature, Poetry | 1 Comment
Tags: half moon, Moon, Nature, photos of the moon, the moon in daytime
Song and dance men
The setting was perfect, in the cool and colorful waterfront town of Nyack, New York, on the western shore of the Tappan Zee, the wide stretch of the Hudson River which got its name from the early Dutch settlers — the name means “wide sea” and on its eastern side it laps against the shores [...]
Filed under: Bob Dylan, Music, Three chords and the truth, Travels, writing | 3 Comments
